I had just moved into my own place, the first place that was truly mine. No connections to my past, family, friends, anything. It was mine, all mine, and I was loving it. Loving it, but still, I was bored, tired, just needing to get out of my place, the boxes still piled up, and no matter how many I went through, the pile never seemed to diminish. In fact, I'm sure it even grew a time or two, right in front of my eyes, looming over me as if to say, you'll never get done.
So, after taking care of my bedroom, I showered, shaved every part of my body, and dressed. My jeans felt so wicked against my almost bare mound. A soft tuft left right at the apex of my thighs, a bit of covering for my thick, abundant folds. I checked myself in the mirror, black, baby doll t-shirt, jeans riding low on my hips, my ever present Air Force issue black jungle boots, and my black leather, silver jolly roger lined belt. Looking at myself, I thought I didn't look half bad and more then anything, I was comfortable. With a nod at myself in the mirror and a deep calming breath, I turned off the light and headed out the door with my jacket, before I lost my nerve.
I hadn't been on the bar scene very long.. maybe a few months, I just wasn't a drinker and I'd partied myself out by the time I'd turned 21. You know how it is, it's just not as fun anymore when you can get it without a fuss. The fun was always in trying to see who scored, the thrill of the chase I guess.
My ex wife and I had broken up about a year ago and now I found myself needing company, human contact, I had been lonely way too long. It wasn't really the physical side of things, I mean sure, I was missing being touched, kissed, pressed against. I yearned for someone to hold me and make me feel complete, in only the way a true coupling of mind, spirit and body can. That wasn't all of it though, I missed having an intelligent conversation, someone stealing the fries off my plate. I missed just having someone there that loved me, and would let me love them. Shaking my head and snorting softly in disgust, I pushed all thoughts of my ex wife, out of my head.
Slipping through the throng of people crowding the bar, yelping softly as someone accidentally elbowed me in the side. Shaking my head, if this wasn't the only bar in town I knew, I'd have gone somewhere else, it was a great place, but man it got so crowded on a Saturday night. Snagging a barstool, I ordered a shot of Tequila and a Corona, knocking the shot back immediately as I tossed a twenty on the counter nodding my thanks to the beautiful brunette bartender.
Glancing around the bar, I saw Chief out on the dance floor, man it had been a little bit since I'd seem him. As always, some sweet young thing was in his arms, gazing up at him adoringly, looking like she'd lay down and spread her legs for him right then and there. I was willing to bet she probably would have too, with the slightest bit of encouragement from him.
Chief and I had met several months back here at the club. He'd tried to pick me up and after talking for a while, we found out we frequented some of the same online chat rooms. Amazingly enough, we'd already known each other for about three years in the cyber realm and were really good friends online.
The seduction stopped right there, he knew that I preferred women and decided not to ruin our friendship and we definitely became even better friends because of the respect he showed. Not having seen each other for a little bit online we sat, drank and talked the night away. We caught each other up on everything that had been happening. He was more then sympathetic, if not a bit surprised, that I hadn't found someone yet. He knew all about the breakup and rotten way things had ended after years with my ex.
I have to say though, I felt pretty much at ease with him even though I thought he was heart stopping... Anything my imagination could have ever conjured up as far as his looks were concerned would have fallen short... The ideal man in every sense of the word, a good heart, intelligent mind, wonderful soul, and looks that just made you want to beg.
Short ebony curls around his ears, a thin moustache and goatee and chocolate brown eyes. Long lanky legs, and a well muscled upper body, my god, he could make a woman wet, just by walking past her. His skin was a beautiful shade of golden olive, a bit darker then my own. Another thing we shared in common was our ancestry, he was full blooded Puerto Rican, I was half.
While he was sinfully gorgeous and I admit I felt a bit of a tug there, he knew that the only real use I had for a man, besides being friends, was in fathering a child for me. He had offered about two years ago, sight unseen, to help me out if I ever needed, when I finally felt I was ready. Once we'd met in person, he'd reminded me of it and told me that the offer still stood. He admitted that he wanted me from the word go, but now he was even more eager to volunteer. He never pushed it though, seeming to be content that if I needed him, I'd tell him.
Chief had a pretty dangerous job, it was why he disappeared so often actually. Why it had been around two months since the last time I'd lain eyes on him. He was a Marine, on leave at the moment, usually though, he was on special assignment. He could get a call at any minute and be out the door to some unknown destination. Things he couldn't talk about, you know the whole... "If I tell you, I'd have to kill you.. and I don't want to have to kill you", routine.
He always told me that his one regret in life was that he'd never be able to settle down. It was all due to his job, which he was hopelessly addicted too. Another reason he had offered to father a baby for me, he would have someone to carry on his name. Someone he could support and would reap the benefits if anything happened to him while on assignment. It was a real possibility for any of our men and women in the service, but with Chief.. well, I had gleaned that he stuck his neck out more then he was willing to share.
I saw him looking at me as the song ended, a smile on his face, he thanked his young partner for the dance and escorted her back to friends waiting at a table just at the edge of the dance floor. I watched him through the mirror backing the bar, weaving his way through the throng of people skirting the dance floor.
I didn't even look up from my drink when he slid beside me, standing so close I could smell the mixture of cologne, sweat and him... I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and it was all I could do to bite back a soft moan. Gods it had been way too long for me and the raw sexual energy that was coming off him in waves, made me shiver.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Long time no see Raven.." My given name was Ravinnia, but to hear him whisper my nickname, the name I went by online as well, sent goose bumps up and down my arms. The hair on the back of my neck standing up as the warmth of his breath fanned over my ear and throat.
I turned my head slightly, my eyes already heavy lidded from unbidden desire and the alcohol I felt coursing through my veins. I watched him for a few minutes, without saying a word. He had closed his eyes, and was inhaling deeply. His nose almost buried against the crook of my neck.
I wonder if he could pick up my scent, like I had his. What did he smell? The White Tea body scrub I'd used earlier this evening? The Egyptian Musk, with just a hint of patchouli, I'd put on soon afterward? Could he smell the arousal that I felt at this moment, had felt since seeing him on entering the club? He always told me that I smelled so good, good enough to eat. A telltale blush crossed my olive toned, dusky skin as this thought came to mind.
"I've been around... the question is.. why haven't you?"
I couldn't believe I'd been that bold, and yes, for me, that was bold. I tended to shy away from guys, always having better luck with women. At 5' 2 1/2" and 145 lbs. of curves and muscle, being single now, I'd been chased a bit over the last several months, and the attention made me nervous, but having this man looking at me like this... made me turn into jell-o.
"I've been takin' care of some business." He smiled at me, opening his eyes, I felt totally lost in that moment. Those beautiful chocolate brown eyes of his, filled with warmth, humor and.. I couldn't believe what I was seeing... Desire...yes, with a capitol D. I knew he wanted me, but it had never been this apparent before, this... tangible.
